Faerie Winter - Janni Lee Simner [41]
He gave me a suspicious look, then nodded. Mom had given me some of Jayce’s whisky before she’d begun work, but I didn’t tell Kyle that. He winced as I eased off his jacket and the clotted blood beneath it tore away. “You are brave,” I said.
There was more blood on his sweater—Kyle screamed when I pulled it and his undershirt off. He fled my arms to huddle in a corner.
I followed him. “I’m sorry. But you have to let me look at your back. It will hurt worse later if you don’t.”
“Hurts worse now,” Kyle whimpered.
“I know.” I reached out my hand, and he took it. Somehow I got him back to the couch and lying on his stomach. His back was a mess of puffy red gashes and dried blood. Even if there was no poison, the wounds were clearly infected.
“Cold,” he muttered as I stroked his hair.
His skin didn’t feel cold. It felt fever hot. Karin moved, frowning, to my side. “Kaylen would make quick work of such injuries.” She handed me a water skin from her pack. “Clean it as best you can. I’m no healer, but I know something of the healing that plants can do. I’ll see what I can find.”
Karin raised the door and slid outside, taking her pack with her. The world beyond the trailer had become a blur of blowing white. Was Matthew out in that storm, or had he found shelter, too? I wished he were here. We were supposed to be together for all the hard things. The door creaked as Karin pulled it shut behind her. I hoped Matthew had run far, far from Clayburn and the Lady’s reach. Maybe he’d gone to get Caleb and help for Ethan after all.
Kyle sat up. Caleb’s quia leaf dangled against his bare chest. I took the frog from my pocket and handed it to him. Kyle grabbed the toy and lifted his head proudly. “I left it on purpose, so you and Johnny could find me.” His face scrunched into a frown. “Where’s Johnny?”
I swallowed hard.
“Find him.” Kyle stumbled to his feet.
I grabbed his arm. “Later. First you have to get well, then we have to wait for the snow to stop. Then we’ll look for Johnny.”
Kyle clutched the frog close. “Promise?”
“Promise. But you have to let me get you cleaned up so you can heal, all right?”
Kyle didn’t fight me as I drew him back to the couch. I tore strips from my ruined sweater sleeves and wet them to clean his back as well as I could. Kyle cried and kicked the couch, but he didn’t try to get up again.
“Sorry,” I said, over and over, but I couldn’t tell whether he heard. I washed his scabbed-over palm as well, and cut Elin’s wool bandage to wrap it around his hand.
By the time I was through, I wasn’t sure whether to wish I had healing magic or to be grateful I didn’t. How did Caleb and Allie find it in them to treat pain, time and again, without falling apart utterly?
When Karin returned, her hair and shoulders dusted with snow, I had Kyle wrapped in my coat and sitting up. Tears leaked out the corners of his eyes, more quietly now. “Johnny later,” he whispered to the frog.
The leaves around Karin’s wrist had curled in on themselves, as if against the cold. She drew dead plants from her pack, all familiar: willow bark for fever, birch bark and brown moss for drawing the infection out. If gathered while green, mosses could burn skin instead of healing it, but there was little risk of that this winter. The grasping branches of willows held dangers, too, but I suspected that Karin could manage those in any season. Plants listened when Karin spoke to them, in a deeper way than the simple calling or pushing away of my own magic.
I got Kyle out of my coat and lying down again so that Karin could pack the moss into place. He clutched his frog so tightly his fingers